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4. Conrad Lange', coilector of the revenues of the city of Berlin', had long been known as a man whom nothing could divert from the paths of honesty! +Scrupulously exact in all his dealings', and assiduous in the discharge of all his duties', he had acquired the good will and esteem of all who knew him, and the confidence of the minister of finance', whose duty it is to inspect the accounts of all officers' connected with the revenue'.

5. On casting up his accounts at the close of a particular year', he found a deficit' of ten thousand ducats'. Alarmed at this discovery', he went to the minister, presented his accounts', and informed him that he did not know how it had arisen', and that he had been robbed' by some person bent on his ruin'.

6. The minister received his accounts, but thinking it a duty to secure a person who might probably be a defaulter, he caused him to be arrested, and put his accounts into the hands of one of his secretaries, for +inspection, who returned them the day after, with the information tha the deficiency arose from a miscalculation; that in multiplying, Mr. Lange had said, once one is two, instead of, once one is one.

7. The poor man was immediately released from confinement, his accounts returned, and the mistake pointed out. During his imprisonment, which lasted two days, he had neither eaten, drank, nor taken any repose; and when he appeared, his countenance was as pale as death. On receiving his accounts, he was a long time silent; then suddenly awaking as if from a +trance, he repeated, once one is two."

8. Ho appeared to be entirely insensible of his situation; would neither eat nor drink, unless *solicited; and took notice of nothing that passed around him. While repeating his accustomed phrase, if any one corrected him by saying, once one is one;' his attention was arrested for a moment, and he said, “ah, right, once one is one;” and then resuming his walk, he continued to repeat, once one is two.” He died shortly after the traveler left Berlin.

9. This affecting story, whether true' or untrue', obviously abounds with lessons of instruction'. Alas'! how easily is the human mind thrown off its balance'; especially when it is stayed on this world only—and has no experimental knowledge of the meaning of the injunction of Scripture', to cast all our cares upon Him' who careth for us, and who heareth even the young ravens' when they cry.





you state the circumstances here narrated ? How do you account for the unhinging of this man's mind? Is it common that one idea keeps possession of a maniac's mind ? What does this story teach us?

Give the rules for the inflections marked in paragraphs 3, 4, and 5. (Rules I and IV.) In the 9th paragraph, why have the words “true and untrue," different inflections? (Rule VI.)

Which are the adjectives in the first paragraph? Compare each of them.

pet To TEACHER S.—The EXERCISES in ARTICULATION are placed between the lessons, that they may be practiced before or after reading, or independently, at the discretion of the instructor.


Reef’d, fright, quench’d, laughs, frame. They reefed the topsails. No dangers fright him." He quench'd a flame. She laughs at him. A frame of adamant. She begg'd pardon. Thou look’st from thy throne in the clouds, and laugh’st at the storm. The glowworm lights her lamp. The table groans beneath its burden. All clothed in rags an infant lay. The birds were all fledg’d in the nest.

LESSON IV. PRONOUNCE correctly. Eng-land (pro. Ing-land), not Eng-lund: rec'-og-niz'd, not re-cogʻ-niz'd: whole, not hull: heard (pro. herd), not heerd: glo-ri-ous, not glo-rus: min-strel, not min-strul : tourn-ey (pro. turn-y), not toorn-y.

Hom'-age, n, reverence and service | 3. Fes'-tal, a. pertaining to a feast, gay. paid by a subject to his king.

Tourn'-ey, n. (pro. turn'-y) a kind of Bar'-on, n, a lord, a nobleman.

sport in which persons tried their Duch'-y, n. the territory of a duke. courage and skill in fighting with tho 1. Bark, n. a vessel, a small ship.

lance and sword. [on an instrument. 2. Reck'-less, a, careless, thoughtless. Min'-strel, n. one who sings, and plays

HE NEVER SMILED AGAIN. HENRY I, king of England, who commenced his reign A. D. 1100, had a son called William, a brave and noble-minded youth, who had arrived at his eighteenth year. The king loved him most tenderly, and took care to have him +recognized as his suc cessor by the states of England, and carried him over to Normandy, in the north of France, to receive the homage of the barons of that duchy. On the prince's return, the vessel in which he embarked was +wrecked. He was placed in a boat and might have escaped, had he not been called back by the cries of his sister. He #prevailed on the sailors to row back and take her in : but no sooner had the boat approached the wreck, than numbers who had been left, jumped into it, and the whole were drowned. King Henry, when he heard of the death of his son, fainted away. and from that moment, he never smiled again.

1. The bark that held the prince went down',

The sweeping waves rolled on';
And what was England's glorious crown'

To him that wept a son?
He lived — for life may long be borne',

Ere sorrow breaks its chain';
Still comes not death to those who mourn';

He never smiled again'!
2. There stood proud forms before his throne,

The stately and the brave';
But which could fill the place of one'?

Thāt one beneath thē wāve.
Before' him, passed the young and fair

In pleasure's reckless +train';
But seas dashed o'er his son's bright hair ;

He never smiled again!
3. He sat where festal bowls went round';

He heard the minstrel' sing;
He saw the tourney's' victor crowned'.

Amid the mighty ring';
A tmurmur of the restless deep'

Mingled with every strain',
A voice of winds that would not sleep':

He never smiled again!
Hearts, in that time, closed o'er the #trace

Of vows once fondly poured';
And #strangers took the fkinsman's place

At many a +joyous board",
Graves', which true love had bathed with tears,

Were left to heaven's bright rain';
Fresh hopes were born for other years :
He never smiled again!


QUESTIONS.—Relate the historical event upon which this poem is forinded. How long since did it happen? Where is Normandy? Is

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there any thing in earthly splendor that can soothe the suffering heart ? Explain the meaning of the 3d stanza. Who are meant by “strangers in the 4th stanza ? How should the fourth line of the 2d stanza be read ? (See page 23.)

Why is the falling inflection used at the word “ tourney,” at the third line of the 3d stanza ? (Rule II.)

N. B. All the other inflections are explained by Rules I, III, and IV.

Parse “stately” and “brave" in the 2d stanza. Poured,” in the last. For what does he, in the last line, stand ?

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ARTICULATION. Large, dead, fish, floating, slew, man's, &c. We saw a large dead fish floating. And he slew him. Every man's house is his castle. This meteorous vapor is called “Will o' the wisp." I thrust three thousand thistles through the thick of my thumb. Braid broad braids, my brave babes. We never swerved, but lost our swivel gun. Crazy Craycroft caught a crate of crinckled crabs. Where is the crate of crinckled crabs that crazy Craycroft caught ?


UTTER each sound distinctly. U-ni-ver-sal, not u-ni-ver-s'l : be-nero-lence, not be-nev’l’nce: man-kind, not man-kine: mis-er-ies, not mis'ries: lib-e-ra-ting, not lib-ra-tin: van-i-ty, not van'ty: hu-mil-i-ty, not hu-mil-ty: phi-los-o-pher, not ph'los-pher : ut-most, not ut-moce: pros-e-cute, not pros-cute: friend, not fren: op-por-tu-ni-ties, not op-tu-ni-ties : nat-u-ral, not nať-ral.

Proj'-ect, n. a design, a plan, a scheme. Griev'-an-ces, n. whatever oppresses or
The'-o-ries, n. schemes, speculation, injures,
Re-dress', v. to relievo, to indemnify. Phi-lan'-thro-py, n. the love of mankind.
Pros'-e-cute, v. to pursue for punish- Par-ti'-tion, n. division.
ment before a legal tribunal.

En-gross'-ed, p. entirely taken up.


Mr. Fantom. I DESPISE a narrow' field. O for the reign of +universal benevolence'! I want to make all mankind' good and happy.


Mr. Goodman. Dear me'! Sure, that must be a wholesale sort of a job: had you not better try your hand at a town' or neighborhood' first?

Mr. F. Sir, I have a plan in my head for relieving the +miseries of the whole world. Every thing is bad as it now stands. I would alter all the laws, and put an end to all the wars in the world. I would put an end to all punishments;

I would not leave a single prisoner on the face of the globe. This is what I call doing things on a grand scale.

Mr. G. A scale with a tvengeance! As to releasing the prisoners, however, I do not much like that, as it would be liberating a few rogues at the expense of all honest men ; but as to the rest of your plan, if all countries would be so good as to turn Christians, it might be helped on a good deal. There would be still misery enough left indeed'; because God intended this world should be earth, and not heaven'. But, sir', among all your changes, you must destroy human corruption', before you can make the world quite as perfect as you pretend'.

Mr. F. Your project would rivet the chains which mine is designed to break.

Mr. G. Sir, I have no projects. Projects are, in general, the offspring of restlessness, vanity, and idleness. I am too busy for projects', too contented' for theories', and, I hope, have too much honesty and humility' for a #philosopher. The utmost extent of my ambition at present is, to redress the wrongs of a poor tapprentice, who has been cruelly used by his master : indeed, I have another little scheme, which is to prosecute a fellow, who has suffered a poor wretch in the poorhouse, of which he had the care, to perish through neglect, and you must assist me.

Mr. F. Let the town do that. You must not apply to me for the redress of such petty grievances. I own that the wrongs of the Poles and South Americans so fill my mind, as to leave me no time to attend to the petty sorrows of poorhouses and apprentices. It is provinces', empires', continents', that the benevolence of the philosopher embraces; every one can do a little paltry good to his next neighbor.

Mr. G. Every one can', but I do not see that every one does'. If they would, indeed, your business would be ready done to your hands, and your grand ocean of benevolence would be filled with the drops which private charity would throw into it. I am glad, however, you are such a friend to the prisoners', because I am just now getting a little subscription', to set free your poor old friend, Tom Saunders', a very honest brother mechanic, who first got into debt, and then into jail, through no fault of his own, but merely


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